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hello, this not true.
this man not follow contract. car is hellcat very loud, all day vroooom vroooom make office cannot work, also have too much smoke come out, not good for people breathing.

also he always walk around with smell, not clean, many people complaint but i try to be nice. i never say bad word to him, but he always come late and not listen manager.

parking is not just for him. my aunty Fui Long Sheui is old chinese lady, sometimes she visit, and also we always leave one parking empty to respect the ancestor of founder and keep balance for feng shui, this is very important tradition. he not understand this and always argue.

I was recently fired by Patrick Wu at a Chinese IT company based in Beijing. Mr Wu's father owns half the government back in Beijing. I was the only black person in the company and Mr Wu left racial remarks every day. 1 week before i was fired he told me that i was breathing too loud and told me "Your breathing is disruptive to the collective productive endeavor". He started yelling at me the next day because i parked my car under our building saying that if his auntie (who lives in Germany) visits she could not park anywhere, even though in the contract it says we are entitled to one parking space.

Watching Phenoms absolutely obliterate in CS2 is like getting hit with a full-on, high-voltage, heart-pounding rush that literally leaves me breathless. Every flick, every headshot, it feels like they’re playing with me—the tension is so thick, I can almost feel it in my bones. My heart’s pounding, palms sweating, and my entire being is locked into that chaotic, hypnotic flow... like the game isn't the only thing getting penetrated with mind-blowing precision. Seriously, their skill is so smooth, it’s like they’re toying with me and the entire universe at the same time. I didn’t know a video game could make me feel this alive. Honestly, I’m about one more headshot away from needing a cold shower... and maybe a few other things I’ll leave to the imagination.

Phenom is the Picasso of excuses in CS2 Premier. Bro could trip over his own feet and blame the floor for being uneven. Whiffs an easy shot? “Your footsteps scared me.” Dies first? “Why didn’t you bait better?” Buys a shotgun on an eco round? “It’s meta, you just don’t understand.”

One time, he flashed himself, walked off the map, and said, “Why didn’t you stop me?” as if we were his babysitters. Another round, he bought a decoy, threw it, and got knifed while inspecting it. His response? “You guys didn’t call the decoy strat.”

Phenom’s not just bad—he’s creatively bad. Every loss is a team effort, and every win is his solo masterpiece. If blame were a currency, he’d be a billionaire. Just don’t expect him to ever say “my bad”—unless he’s sarcastically blaming you for making him say it.

Last night I found myself in a game with bibbies on Faceit, during a timeout, I decided to crack open a can of 7-UP. Now, I did not point out the fact I had opened this drink, however, bibbies blurted out "Mmmm, a cold can of 7-up hits the spot, jittering down your esophagus, dancing to a melody only created by the joy of hydration."

I was starstruck, how did he know what I was drinking?

Bibbies then went on to find my address, sending me weekly letters describing the bowel movements caused when drinking a 7-up, even sending me diagrams.

My life changed when he sent me his stomach in an eski, I was disgusted, watching his stomach drowning in a pool of 7-up.

I have not heard from bibbies, rest in peace (literally, you sent me your ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ stomach)
Goodbye.